And not "yes" for the reasons everybody thinks, although I'm not opposed to drinking tequila on a barstool.
No, these stools are for the girls. They can sit at the counter while I cook, which keeps me from stepping on them because they refuse to leave me alone when I'm in the kitchen. Bonus, they can help.
Like Carolyn helping me shuck corn for lunch. Corn, incidentally, we drove our bike to get yesterday straight from Farmer Henry.
And here are the girls this morning, "helping" me make pancakes.
1 comment:
love the pictures, thanks
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